CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO: Yvanna's Delight, Anastasia's Pain

YVANNA’S POV:

The afternoon sun streams through the window, casting a warm glow over the newly decorated bedroom of Zachary. I sit cross-legged on the floor with Zachary giggling uncontrollably as I make funny faces and silly noises. Toys are scattered around us, forgotten in the joy of our play.

"Again, Mama, again!" I playfully say.

Zachary squeals, clapping his tiny hands together.

I lift him into the air, his laughter filling the room. But just as I lower him back down onto the matted floor, my cell phone rings, breaking the enchanting spell of our play.

"Stay right here, sweetie," I murmur, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead before rising to answer the call.

Then, my heart flutters nervously as I glance at the caller ID. Hugh's name blinks back at me, surprising me. It’s only yesterday afternoon since we last spoke, and that last encounter was marked by tension and unresolved issues.

Taking a deep breath, I answer the call, my voice steady despite the flutter of nerves in my